People's reaction to Charlie and Y/n even though it's a König Ghost ship.
Me who wrote it like that... also will write an alternative universe romance for Charlie and if it ever succeeds... it be so funny if it becomes an actual book.
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I didn't sleep that night.
I felt raw just like when I was burning. I felt scorched and burned by my lies and deception. I pulled myself inwards resting my chin on my knees and stared at my dog. He blinks up at me, sadly before extending a paw and resting on my foot. I let out a sigh and stared at my hands, rough and white lines ran through the groves of my hands.
I need lotion.
I hate the feeling of being greasy, the thin sheen of oil eats me up. No matter how many times people say they're lotion that doesn't leave a residue... those bitches are lying!
Knock Knock...
It was soft and gentle, the door slowly opened, and I saw Charlie's hand snaking in. I could always recognize his hand, the tattoo, and the thick scar across it. He pokes his head in before walking in.
"I thought you be asleep," he climbs onto my bed and lets out an old man groan and sigh as he stretches out on my bed. He sinks in and I fall backward on top of him. He grunts and wraps his arms around me like I am his teddy bear.
"You're ruining my bed," I grumble seeing my stuffies fall out of my sheets. I frown it's going to be hell to reset my bed again.
"Relax," he drawls a hint of a giggle on his breath. He wiggles around pushing out more plushies from my bed.
"You're ruining my bed!"
"It's too lumpy—"
"It's my bed!" I snap twisting to look at him. He gives me a stupid smirk.
"Quit it," I grab one of my million alpaca stuffies and swat his face.
"You two look comfy," I look over to see Soap looking in with jealousy in his eyes.
"He's ruining my bed," I state first, "Go get you're mans." He rolled his eyes and walked in.
"Why is your bed like that?" He said staring down at my bed before touching it with his filthy hands.
"Don't touch my bed!" I growl out trying to push Charlie off of me. "Go wash your hands!"
"I am not dirty!" Me and Charlie stopped and looked at each other before back at him. "Why are you two looking at me like that!"
"No offense but her bed is literally cozy, girlie, dirt will come off of you and these sheets are silk," Charlie chastises.
"Or maybe you don't want anyone to be with your girl—"
"The fuck you talking about," I look at him.
"Oh, don't act coy," Gaz walked in, "we heard him confess his love, you two are dating!" Roach peers in and sits down petting Fishtart, wrestling with him a bit. I slightly sneer and side-eye Charlie who was full-on looking at me.
"Can't friends not say I love you—"
"G tell Charlie you love him." My smile dropped and I looked over to Charlie who was hiding his shit-eating grin. He stared at me extremely amused.
"I..." I begin. I couldn't say the three phrases word, it was like poison in my mouth. I love him that is true, and I can admit it to others, but... it felt fake when I said it. ingenuine, foreign, a lie. A three-word phrase used and abused me by my parents, I can't say it.
I let out a long sigh and covered my eyes, "... I love you," I tried not to gag, and I looked at neither him nor Gaz and Soap.
"Why the fuck was that so hard to say?" I see Gaz pushing his face into my viewpoint.
"That phrase is my F word, it brings me genuine pain and suffering to say. My parents used it against me and reclaiming it is hard." I tell him genuinely, Gaz's face falls before he nods correcting his suspicious look.
"Why is he in your bed though?" Soap asks.
"He got in himself."
"I like the sensation of falling and drowning," Charlie semi-jokes, the first time he fell asleep he kept waking himself up because he thought he was dying.
"Move let me check it out," Soap said.
"Take a shower."
"Fine!" Soap storms out and Gaz looks at my bed.
"I showered—" I got up and let him lay down. His eyes widened and he stretched out. "Nightmarishly comfy, where is the support?"
"What support?"
"This bed is too comfortable for me to get out—"
"That's the point," I state. My bed is a mimic or monster of some sort that lures idiots, depressed, and tired people to fall into an endless depression rot. It was a wonderful trap I created, for any man or woman who decided to try it out, they would understand my contempt to leave heaven.
Charlie wraps his arm around Gaz, "Mate what are you doing?"
"I need cuddles," Charlie spoke.
"That's gay—"
"It's not gay to kiss the homie goodnight."
"We're not kissin'!"
"You can move then," I tell Gaz, "You're in my spot," I say looking down at them. He sits up and I sit down.
"Why's your bed so..."
"Lumpy? I stuffed it with Plushies for that falling sensation right before you sleep." I state as Charlie sits up wrapping his arms around me for his monthly cuddle count.
"Why?"
"Don't let people know your next move."
Roach walked over holding my dog in his arms airplaneing him as he jogged around. Gaz gets up and walks over to Roach's trying to stop him from dropping the dog. The two begin to fight for my poor service dog's attention. They looked like bickering children.
"... Remind me to never have children," I grumble to Charlie.
"Nah because I thought the same thing."
Boom!
I flinch and look up as a wet soggy Soap walks in. "Happy?" He asks his Scottish accent so strong for a second, I thought he said another three words, but it turns out he was just grumbling.
"Dry your hair," I commend him, he glares at me before finishes drying off his hair. I got up and so did Charlie. Soap jumps onto my bed lets out a satisfied groan and cuddles into my blanks.
"This is nice."
"No shit—"
"I'm sleeping here."
I groan and turn to Charlie who only shrugs, "You can stay in my room—"
"I want my room!"
"I don't think we'll get him to leave," Gaz said as he took out his phone and snapped a few dozen photos.
This night going to be long.